Pandering away lads and lasses for watching eyes
for lips and hair and thighs and sweet caresses.
Pattering away hearts and feets and
raindrops upon silken skin glistening.
Early morning metaphysical meeting of minds
and coy teasing sexy slender midnight allure.
Cricket crooning Casanova courting couples lying
lustful in grassy green picnic meadows and fevered embrace.
Half thought, half caught revelations and profound
perfunctory opinions and observations.
Sultry summer night porch swing with stars shining
into eyes and souls and dreams of all our children.
The wrath and fury and merciful magnificence
of gods and heroes and any man living every day.
Children squealing with summer tickled laughter
and make believing days too soon to come.
Floating clouds and shadows and smoke drifting
into things and faces and adventures.
Bursting flames and light and springtime debutantes
dancing in abandon and visions and remembrances.
Pretend playing and mischievous mess making
of cherubic puppies and kittens and kids.
School days and holidays and birthdays and
every day feeling or breathing or simply being.
Tears of joy and grief and release and relief welling in eyes
falling down cheeks upon compassion's broad shoulders.
Bronze breasts and backs and bodies taught and impending
in motion or leisure or action with or without reason.
The pulse and pounding and beating of drums and hearts
filled with life and death and blood and war.
These are simple things, brash beautiful firecracker fuses each.
These are nearly missed subtleties no more, no less
inspiring than sight of the naked curve of your back.
Muses all, yes every little thing, and be so less vain
as to think anything is less important than thee.
